HOW DID YOU BREATHE WHILE THE SUFFOCATING WALLS WERE CLOSING IN ON US AND THE TEMPERATURE WAS WARM TO ME BUT YOU WERE FEELING UTTERLY NUMB?
DID YOU FEEL YOUR BONES GRIND AGAINST MY BEATING HEART, LOCATED ON THE SKIN OF MY CHEST, BECAUSE IT WAS WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT YOU RIPPED IT OFF AND FORCED ME TO TIE IT TO MY SLEEVE.
THOSE LATE NIGHT DRIVES YOU TOOK ME ON, A MERCY FOR MY DRIPPING TEARS, YOU TOOK ME UP ON THE HILL ONLY TO PUSH ME OFF AND SWERVE OVER THE LINES. MY LINES.
SPEAKING OF LINES, I ALLOWED YOU TO CROSS MINE OVER AND OVER, BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D HAVE TO ASK YOUR FRIENDS IF IT WAS OKAY TO BE IN LOVE WITH ME.
BUT YOU DID, AND I REALIZED THAT I NEVER WANTED TO FEEL ALONE AND MAYBE IT WAS NOT A PREPENSED ACT, BUT AS SOON AS I HEARD THOSE LINES I KNEW THAT MY LOVE WAS MORE HONORABLE IN SOMEONE ELSE'S FAVOR.
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In a Few Years
PoésieDid you mention your hair is down to your ridged back, now, sprawled over the inkworks that mask your skin? Did you forget to cut it short again or did you . . . . . . .
